Townes Van Zandt wrote some miserable songs. Down and out Wharf Rat without the redemption. Here's one:
Marie
I stood in line and left my name
Took about six hours or so
Well, the man just grinned like it was all a game
Said they'd let me know
I put in my time till the Pocono line
Shut down two years ago
I was staying at the mission till I met Marie
Now I can't stay there no more
Fella 'cross town said he's lookin' for a man
To move some old cars around
Maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
Van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm just dreamin', I ain't got no ride
And the junkyard's a pretty good ways
That job's about a half week old besides
It'd be gone now anyway
Unemployment said I got no more checks
And they showed me to the hall
My brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad below the bridge
A little short on food that's all
Now I gotta get Marie some kind of coat
We're headed down into fall
I used to play the mouth harp pretty good
Hustled up a little dough
But I got drunk and I woke up rolled
A couple of months ago
They got my harp and they got my dollar
Them low life so and so's
Harps cost money and I ain't got it
It's my own fault I suppose
The Pocono's down but the Chesapeak's runnin'
Two freights everyday
If it was just me I'd be headed south
But Marie can't catch no train
She's got some pain and she thinks it's a baby,
Says we gotta wait and see
In my heart I know it's a little boy
Hope he don't end up like me
Well, the man's still grinnin' says he lost my file
I gotta stand in line again
I want to kill him but I just say no
I had enough of that line my friend
I head back to the bridge, its getting kinda cold
I'm feelin' too low down to lie
I guess I'll just tell Marie the truth
Hope she don't break down and cry
Marie she didn't wake up this morning
She didn't even try
She just rolled over and went to heaven
My little boy safe inside
I laid them in the sun where somebody'd find them
Caught a Chesapeak on the fly
Marie will know I'm headed south
So's to meet me by and by
Marie will know I'm headed south
So to meet me by and by
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 01:10 am
The Wind - Warren zevon
The Wind - Warren zevon
Luka
Atlantic city - Bruce
The wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald
Powder Finger - Neil young
Mother - John Lennon
Dirty Blvd - Lou reed
Keep on rocking in the free world- Neil young
Bad news from home - Randy Newman
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 01:23 am
The sounds of silence
The sounds of silence
LEVON
Ticking Elton John
5 15 am Mark knophfler
Dust Lucinda. ...
Knocking on heavens door....
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 01:32 am
Damn Dave, that's a sorrowful
Damn Dave, that's a sorrowful tale.
Someone writes that, they know the blues.
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 01:34 am
Black muddy river
Black muddy river
Long lost soul Bruce Hornsby and Shawn Colvin
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 01:35 am
Ab-Soul - The Book Of Soul
Ab-Soul - The Book Of Soul
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nitz50WxwOY
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 01:59 am
Red Dirt Girl
Red Dirt Girl
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 02:01 am
TVZ.
TVZ.
What an incredible Talent, and a knack for Music & Lyrics.
Unfortunately, too much Booze & Junque, probably a bad Zodiac chart.
A kind Zoner sent me the "Be Here To Love Me" TVZ bio-documentary, and it spells out a lot about the Man & his Demons.
He really is one of the Greats of the 20th Century up there with Robert Johnson, and I'm perplexed why the Grateful Dead never covered any of his Songs.
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 07:08 am
Blaze Foley --- Cold Cold
Blaze Foley --- Cold Cold World
I’ve tried for a long time but I think I can’t win
I’d do it all better if I could do it a-gain
Wherever I’m going it’s the same place I been
Ain’t it a cold, cold world
Outside it was hot but inside I am cold
The eyes of the young met the eyes of the old
And what they were thinking I’ll never be told
Ain’t it a cold, cold world
Then an old lady asked me bout this new daylight time
I said it don’t matter and she said I don’t mind
Then the bus driver said you still owe me a dime
Ain’t it a cold, cold world
I can’t get no job and I can’t get no rest
I started out east and I ended up west
And I’m so glad to be here I’m sure, I would guess
Ain’t it a cold, cold world
I might have to leave you, I think’s what she said
Wish I could sleep ‘stead of tossing in bed
And I find myself thinking I’d be better off dead
Ain’t it a cold, cold world
Ain’t it a cold, cold world
John Prine---- Sam Stone
Sam Stone came home,
To the wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knees.
But the morhpine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold roared through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon,
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair.
Well, he played his last request,
While the room smelled just like death,
With an overdose hovering in the air.
But life had lost it's fun,
There was nothing to be done,
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill,
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 07:41 am
Well, if we're going for some
Well, if we're going for some depressing Townes Van Zandt...
Waiting 'Round to Die
Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I can't even see the reason why
I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die
One-time friends I had a ma, I even had a pa
He beat her with a belt once cause she cried
She told him to take care of me, she headed down to Tennessee
It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die
I came of age and found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar
She cleaned me out and hit it on the sly
I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped a train
Seemed easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die
A friend said he knew where some easy money was
We robbed a man and brother did we fly
The posse caught up with me, drug me back to Muskogee
It's two long years, just a-waitin' 'round to die
Now I'm out of prison, I got me a friend at last
He don't steal or cheat or drink or lie
His name's codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen
Together we're gonna wait around and die
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 08:10 am
Death don’t have no mercy is
Death don’t have no mercy is pretty damn dark.
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 08:45 am
Marie is the saddest song
Marie is the saddest song ever written...love TVZ
Darkest songs: Ballad of Hollis Brown or Shankill Butchers by the Decemberists
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 10:50 am
Hand of Doom - Black Sabbath
Hand of Doom - Black Sabbath
Angel of Death - Slayer
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 11:13 am
Vic Chesnutt belongs on this
Vic Chesnutt belongs on this list....
Cutty Sark
Don't hit me with a broom I must request relief
Don't hit me with a broom get another chief if you ain't
Got yourself a vacuum get another chief if you ain't
Got yourself a vacuum
Don't keep me in the car I must get to the porch
Don't keep me in the car a little torch will only get a girl
So far a little torch will only get a girl so far
I am a million miles away from home
You're the only human here I know
Ive been as truthful as a mammal can be
Still you insist on intertanglin' still
You insist on intertanglin'
You've been startin' rumors that we are
Lovers when you know ive been runnin'
Hard in the dark but the only thing I been a-sleepin' with is
The cutty sark yes the only thing I been a-sleepin' with is
The cutty sark
So don't slap me with a suit
I swear I didn't breach
Don't slap me with a suit
You wrote your friends that I'm a leech but you're just confused
You wrote your friends that I'm a leech but you're just confused
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 12:00 pm
Monkey & the Engineer
Monkey & the Engineer
{Bob Weir you owe me a beer}
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 12:50 pm
Blind Willie Johnson God
Blind Willie Johnson God Moves On The Water
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Jnul0vLml0o
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on Friday, December 7, 2018 – 03:09 pm
Casey Jones is even sadder
Casey Jones is even sadder then Monkey & the Engineer, if you think about it
Right?
Disaster is NOT narrowly averted in that one...
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on Saturday, December 8, 2018 – 03:48 am
Brothers in arms
Brothers in arms
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on Saturday, December 8, 2018 – 08:24 am
Street Hassle, Lou Reed
Street Hassle, Lou Reed
Hey, that cunts not breathing
I think shes had too much
Of something or other, hey, man, you know what I mean
I dont mean to scare you
But youre the one who came here
And youre the one whos gotta take her when you leave
Im not being smart
Or trying to be cold on my part
And Im not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve
But you know people get all emotional
And sometimes, man, they just dont act rational
They think theyre just on tv
Sha-la-la-la, man
Why dont you just slip her away
You know, Im glad that we met man
It really was nice talking
And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak
But you know it could be a hassle
Trying to explain myself to a police officer
About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed
And its not like we could help
But there was nothing no one could do
And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first
But when someone turns that blue
Well, its a universal truth
And then you just know that bitch will never fuck again
By the way, thats really some bad shit
That you came to our place with
But you ought to be more careful around the little girls
Its either the best or its the worst
And since I dont have to choose
I guess I wont and I know this aint no way to treat a guest
But why dont you grab your old lady by the feet
And just lay her out on the darkened street
And by morning, shes just another hit and run
You know, some people got no choice
And they cant never find a voice
To talk with that they can even call their own
So the first thing that they see
That allows them the right to be
Why they follow it, you know, its called bad luck
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on Saturday, December 8, 2018 – 08:46 am
Louise - Paul Siebel
Louise - Paul Siebel
They all said Louise was not half bad
It was written on the walls and window shades
And how she'd act the little girl
A deceiver, don't believe her, that's her trade
Sometimes a bottle of perfume
Flowers and maybe some lace
Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets
The intentions were easily traced
And everybody knew at times she cried
But women like Louise well they get by
Well everybody thought it kind of sad
When they found Louise in her room
They'd always put her down below their kind
Still some cried when she died this afternoon
Louise rode home on the mail train
Somewhere to the south I heard it said
Too bad it ended so ugly
Too bad she had to go this way
Ah but the wind is blowing cold tonight
So good night Louise, good night
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on Saturday, December 8, 2018 – 03:11 pm
Beeswing is pretty miserable.
Beeswing is pretty miserable.
Or maybe romantic.